then comes poem with a baby carriage

Well, she supposed she had! Rhyme had taught her what he knew and she'd picked up bits and bobs along the way, and of course Samara helped... still, it felt strange to fully claim that title. It didn't quite feel like it belonged to her. The change in Poem's scent didn't leave her mind, even as she playfully returned Poem's little nibbles and nudges of affection. Although she'd been enjoying spending time with Thalia, it felt good to get back to basics with her closest family. If she closed her eyes she could picture them again as puppies, rolling and playing without a care. Puppies. Theory glanced at Poem again out of the corner of her eye, assessing the curve and barely noticeable change to the set of her stomach. She wasn't intimately familiar with pregnancy, but she'd gotten a crash course during Samara's and wouldn't fail to miss early signs easily. "Have you been, uh, enjoying married life?" How could she broach this? It was such a personal, precious thing, and everything in her was straining to just blurt it out. Maybe she could hang on through the small talk just a little bit longer.